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“Yes?”
“Start the wedding preparations. Keep an eye on her until then.”
“Sure thing.”
Giving her one last glance, I spin around and go back upstairs because my fury is all-consuming while various flashbacks play in my head, hideous images designed to drive me insane, for they are followed by my horrible screams of pain.
But even through all this, I hear it.
Her soft “I’m sorry” just as I close the door behind me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Monsters can bleed too.
Who would have thought?”
Isla
Isla
Thunder shakes the sky, the lightning flashing brightly, threatening to pour rain on us all while I sit in the expensive sports car. Florian drives it so fast that the scenery in the window passes in a blur, barely letting me study anything.
Not that I would have if I had the chance, considering I can see only one thing in front of me.
Octavius’s face.
For a second, I saw traces of hurt in it, and the thought that I did that by saying these vile things had a different meaning in my head altogether, only to turn into something ugly, like an attack on his scar, proving all these rumors true for him.
And along with my self-loathing joins complete stupidity because I should feel nothing toward a man who almost choked me to death and promised to kill me if I act up again or dare to say this bullshit.
I place my palm on my throat, wincing when my fingers connect with the sore flesh. It’s a wonder I have any voice left from him abusing my neck so much. “He was gentle.” Florian speaks up for the first time in the twenty minutes he’s been driving, forcing me to look at him as he changes gears and takes a swift turn to the right, getting us on the one-way lane and pressing harder on the gas pedal. I’m not sure he’s allowed to drive this fast, but then again, who cares, right?
They are invincible.
Pressing my back firmer against the seat, I rub my wrists, wearing imprints of the manacles on them, and they would fade probably in a week. Even the lightest of bruises stay on my skin forever. “If he were any more gentle, I’d be dead.” It’s hard to miss the sarcasm in my tone, and he chuckles, rolling down his window. The wind slips inside, and I shiver when the coldness sinks into my bones.
“You don’t have any bruises on your neck. Trust me, if Octavius wanted to truly hurt you, we wouldn’t be having a conversation right now without you whispering.”
I’m not sure how this is supposed to be reassuring. He basically said he can take my ability to speak if he wishes! But arguing right now is pointless since he follows Octavius’s commands blindly. Back in the dungeon, he grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me outside barefoot to his car parked in the garage. I didn’t have time to look around the house or meet anyone on the way. “Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere private.” I blink in confusion while panic washes over me because does he mean…does he mean Octavius plans to have a wedding night before the actual wedding? I won’t submit after the truth.
Never.
He’s a murderer, and I’ll be damned if I sleep with one!
After agreeing to marry him, somehow the thought of sex didn’t even cross my mind with everything else going on, but wouldn’t he expect that from me?
According to him, I betrayed him, right? Maybe now I’m unworthy of him.
I huff in exasperation, rolling down my own window and welcoming the wind slapping me on my cheeks to temporarily remove the idiotic thoughts.
Like me hating the idea of him hating me. A little more time and I might become the classic textbook study of why a woman who never knew love fell in love with a serial killer and even justified some of his actions in order to stay with him.
“It’s useless.” Florian tears me away from my depressing musings, and I’m forced to glance at him again. Uneasiness fills me when he stops by a red light and focuses his green eyes on me. “You’ve already fallen for him. You can despise our vices, but it doesn’t change the variables in this equation.” A beat passes. “You want each other, even if you’re dangerous for each other. The sooner you accept it, the easier your life will be.”
“He’s a murderer. He killed his stepfather, and you all helped him to cover it up!” I yell the last part while he rolls his eyes, resuming when the light turns green. “God knows how many people you’ve killed after him.”
